Page 70 of Spurred On
“Bring it on, noodle arms.” That might not have been Weston’s best idea. Rhett is a beast of a man. While none of us are small at over six feet, but Rhett is like a fucking lumberjack.
We make our way to the side office and I take a seat at the head of the table. The boys position themselves on each side of the table.
“On the count of three,” I tell them. “One… Two… Three!”
Both boys grunt as they put their weight behind them and lean in. Weston’s eyebrows knit together, while Rhett looks a little too calm for this to be looking like a challenge.
Weston, being the little fucker that he is, kicks his leg under the table, making Rhett lose his composure and smacks his hand down.
“You cheating fuck, but if you want it that bad, you can have it. I’ll still be glad to stand beside ya, man.” Rhett slaps my shoulder and stands up. Something tells me he knows Weston would want it more, and he lets him have it.
“Alright, I’ll let you both know what I need from you here in a bit.”
Walking out of the barn, I feel like the luckiest man in the world. Now it’s time to plan the wedding of my girl’s dreams.
Chapter 40
Ava
When I wake up, Maverick is gone, which isn’t out of the norm. The second that man was cleared to do light work, he was out of the house. Having been in his shoes, I get it. The only entertainment he’s really had is hanging out with me and playing cards. I wouldn’t be surprised if he lights the deck of cards I played with him on fire the minute he is fully cleared.
The knock that raps against our front door this early nearly startles me. Rolling over, I grab my phone off the charger and check the time—seven AM.
Who the hell is at my door at seven AM on my day off? Sliding into my slippers to keep my feet warm, I walk to the door and swing it open. And then pick my jaw up off the floor when I see who’s at the door.
“Erin, what the hell are you doing here?” My eyes feel like they are bugging out of my head. Erin bounces on her toes, clearly excited to be here. Her chestnut hair is tied up into a bun. Glee fills her eyes, which makes me a little nervous. She’s only this happy when she’s meddling or doing something she shouldn’t.
“Well, are you going to let me in? Aspen’s on her way, too.”
I step back from the door and let her in. Still trying to wrap my groggy brain around what is going on. “Okay, but why are you both here so early?” Not that I am not happy to see her, but this is reallyearly for her. She’s more of the ‘rise when she decides she’s good and ready’ type.
“Well, I have something to tell you. And I hope I was right about it.”
Oh lord. “Okay…”
“Do you remember when that girl in college got married and you said the whole wedding planning thing seemed like way too much work and you would prefer to elope one day?”
My hackles go up immediately. “Yes. Planning a wedding was never something that sounded like a good time. What does that have to do with you being here?”
“What if I told you that you have the best husband ever, and he recruited everyone who loves you to plan you a surprise wedding…and it’s happening today?”
For the second time today, my jaw is on the floor. There is no way in hell that man planned a whole wedding by himself. “Am I being punked? Did Aspen put you up to this?” I did eat her yogurt at work last week so I can see her getting back at me with extreme measures.
“No punking happening here, friend. I promise,” she says as she makes a cross her heart motion with her hand. "You mentioned to him that a wedding would be nice, but that you wouldn’t want to plan it and he wanted you to have a special wedding.”
Tears fill my eyes because I didn’t think that he was really even listening to me when I was rambling on about that only a couple weeks ago.
“Please tell me those are happy tears and we didn’t shit the bed?” She asks as she bites her teeth down in a bared smile with eyebrows high, trying to stay hopeful. And I’d like to get some words out to tell her that this is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me, but words aren’t working because I think I’m in shock.
I’ve had to do everything in my adult life alone. There were no parents to help me through school, to help me buy a car, or pick out an apartment. I was in charge of planning every detail. At some point, that becomes exhausting, especially when things tend to go wrong time and time again. Somehow, I managed to find a man who wants to take that load off me. That little piece of me that is a terrified eighteen-year-old girl heals instantly. I’m not alone and will never have to do anything alone ever again.
Blinking slowly, I mutter, “You’re not wrong. But how did you pick a dress?”
“Aspen drove down, and we went to a boutique. Between what we both know about you, we picked one we thought you would like. It’s simple and lace. And obviously it will make your tits look amazing.”
My head tilts back with laughter because of course that’s what she is worried about.
“So this whole thing is really planned?” Disbelief fills my tone because this seems too good to be true. A lot of things about my life recently feel that way.
